Good bye, My Fiancee, You Hurt me!

“Uncle… that marriage you once wanted me to have, is it still on the table? If yes, then pick me up by next week. I’ll agree to that wedding because, for the second time, he postponed ours… for Camille. I’m done.”

Before he could respond, I ended the call. I lowered the phone slowly, my hand trembling as I clutched the lace of my gown. My wedding had become nothing more than a spectacle of pity, as my supposed husband never even arrived.

When I finally called him, desperate for an explanation, his voice was maddeningly calm, as though he had no idea what I was standing in the middle of.

“Babe, I’m sorry,” he said. “Camille’s burning with fever. I couldn’t just leave her. We can just… do this again, okay? Next week. Or maybe skip the ceremony and just register—it’s the same thing anyway.”

For twenty years, Marco and I had been the perfect childhood couple. Everyone expected us to marry once we turned twenty-five. But then Marco went on that cursed cruise. The accident left him broken, missing for months. He came back with Camille—the woman who saved him—and because he felt indebted, he took her into our lives and promised her happiness.

In exchange for mine. Because of her, he neglected me ninety-nine times.

So I was done. I chose to call my uncle and marry someone else instead. But when Marco learned I was truly in love with someone else now, he came back, begging on bended knees, but it was too late for everything.